I have never gotten over the consequence of you, I don't think I ever will ~~~ Chaeyoung and Lisa. Inevitable and inseparable. Until they weren't. After four painful years and an ocean apart, Chaeyoung gets a second chance at a first love with Lisa. At the launch of her latest exhibition, the emerging artist should be celebrating. Instead, she feels homesick for a future where the windows have been boarded and the porch light had already been turned off. Her night and world change, however, when her former love reappears and illuminates a new path for them to follow. *** This is not my story. Converted: All credits go to @ theproseofnight on Archive of Our Own.***

Jennie burst into laughter. "Wait, wait, wait a minute. You and Chaeyoung grew up together, Chaeyoung is oblivious but you're totally aware of your feelings- super GAY feelings-and your dad being a pastor complicates things, but you guys are like magnets and you can't stay away from each other, even though you have no idea what the hell you're doing, and then you don't even talk about it. You spend way too much time thirsting and not enough actually being honest with each other and with yourselves. So, to get this straight- you're not." Lisa deadpanned her. "Clearly." ••They kiss way too much and talk way too little.•• *** This is not my story. Converted. ***

Chaeyoung comes home after her sophomore year of college to find she has a new neighbor, Lisa. Her interest in Lisa begins to grow. What makes things worse is that Chaeyoung realizes her bedroom window looks directly into Lisa's bedroom window. Eventually Lisa realizes the same thing. After some initial embarrassment, they decide to have some fun with it. Maybe a little too much fun. *** This is not my story. Converted: All credits go to @ Sheisme on Archive of Our Own.***

What would you do if you forgot the love of your life ever even existed?

She loves this woman, she knows she always will. They stand there, holding on so tightly that neither woman can breathe properly, just buried in each other. The rain still pouring down on them, soaking them to the skin, but all they know is each other. "I came back for you." Roseanne cries then, her body shuddering with the intensity of her grief. "That November. I came back and you weren't there." *** This is a converted story, I do not own this.